A/N: Hey guys! Not even sure if people are even gonna read the story, but this is my very first story, so please be kind!
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Bloody hell. Bloody. Hell. Bloody hell with circles of fire burning away at souls. Ugh. UGH. EURGHHHHHHHH.
I was out with my best friend, Adele, who was now dragging me to the stupid mall for absolutely no valid reason. Well, most girls my age would be more than happy to go to the mall, but what can I say, I'm an inch away from being a social introvert. Anyway, Adele was dragging me to the mall because apparently, juicy couture was having some clearance sale where discounts were up to 70% off and how can anyone in the world afford to miss it? Because this is SO important and my life would be severely affected if I didn't buy a pink fluffy wallet now. But seriously. Heck care about juicy couture.
On the bright side, the mall also had a huge CD store, and of course that meant, the Beatles…
When we got to the mall, I told Adele to go ahead and browse through whatever she wanted, and we would just split up and meet back at Starbucks in an hour. Of course, once she was gone, I headed to my sanctuary – the CD shop.
I rushed past the racks of what some would call, the 'in' music, and then I saw it. The CD. I snatched it immediately as if someone was about to steal it and stood there for a good 10 seconds just feeling the weight of it in my hands. Looking down, I ran a hand over the cover, the word 'REVOLVER' printed in bold on it. I had wanted this for so long, so long, so very long…
"Seriously Joshann? They suck."
I looked up at the mention of my name, and I saw the pink atrocity of my neighbour, Emily, eyes burning through the CD in my hand with a look of pure disgust.
"What?" I growled. Growling like a mad dog at a piece of garbage like Emily wouldn't really get you anywhere but hey, do I even look like I care?
"Are you really gonna buy that? They're a bunch of freaking weirdos! They sing about submarines and walruses, how retarded and stupid is that?" She made a face of disapproval. Control, Joshann, control. See? This is why I worry for our generation. She probably thought that 'musicians' like Justin Bieber or One Direction were the best ever, and worshipped them daily in a shrine or something.
"Well, they were a lot more sane than you are, and trust me, you would have to add a lot more IQ points just to be half as smart as them!" I spat poisonously, and stormed off to go pay for the CD.
I felt a tad too angry to wait for Adele at starbucks, so I trudged home stormily, listening to the Beatles on my iPod. I was so pissed I was stamping my feet as I walked, and I could feel eyes on me. Thunder rumbled above, the dark clouds looming ominously. The perfect reflection of my mood. I had forgotten to bring an umbrella that day, so I quickened my pace. My iPod was up to full volume, and was loud enough for the whole world to hear, but I didn't care.
"IT'S BEEN A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, AND I'VE BEEN WORKING LIKE A DOG. IT'S BEEN A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, I SHOULD BE SLEEPING LIKE A LOG…"
I crossed the road, but with my headphones blasting into my ear, I couldn't hear the oncoming traffic. I heard the faint distant sound of a car horn, but when I looked up, it was too late.
I saw a brilliant flash of light and suddenly I felt myself falling down into an endless abyss of black…